Connecticut western news., 1887-05-18
A YOUNG COUPLE RUN A FARM.
Encouraging Their Fowls. Even the Turkey Gobbler to Lay Eggs in the Kitchen.

Here's a little picuture of Long Isl and domesticity, which an artist sketch ed a few nights ago in the back parlor of Fifth avenue house. It is free hand drawing, warranted to be true to life
 ''I hadn't seen George and Marie, he began, "for just year, so I ran down to the farm last week to surprise 'em and see how crops were doing
 George and Marie, it is time to re- mark, are two young people who have seen some eighteen months of matrimo- ny. Georges father is a millionaire; Marie's is one three or four times over, and the two old gentlemen played a practical joke on the young couple by persuading them to farm it down on Long Island under certain conditions, which it is not necessary to set forth here.
 "The only crop I found," the artist continued, ''was an egg crop. got to the farm at noon. Didn't see a soul about the house; went in the front door on tip-toe; heard noise like the beat ing of biscuit in the kitchen, crept in there and found Marie, her white arms barred to the elbow, hammering away at great wad of dough with rolling pin. George was on his knees poking at the fire. I shouted, but wouldn't shake hands-to much dough and soot.
 While we talked the pot boiled and the bread baked, Marie opening the oven door every half minute to see if the bis cult were rising. Ayellow turkey gob- bier walked into the kitchen and picked up lump of dough from the table. He must have stood over three feet when he raised his head.
 'Shoo-o-o-' I began, but Marie slapped her pretty, dimpled, doughy hand over my mouth. "'Dear Cousin Charles, do not mind Dicky,' she murmured; 'he has come in to lay 7
 "Dick come in to lay
 "The dear little woman, will you be- lieve me, fetched shawl from her work basket, and arranging it turban fashion, placed it on the lounge-yes, lounge. Think of it, a lounge in the kitchen :! And it is a positive fact that she patted | that gobbler on the head and showed him the nest she had made, and, by | George, if he didn't get up on the lounge and lay an egg in that shawl. I'll swear to it. i'll be ha- we'll, he did it anyhow.
 "By and by, when Marie had looked at the biscuit for the tenth time, hen came in crying 'car-car-car car-car ca-ca- car-r-r.'
 Bring Ella's nest, George, said the good housewife.
 George dashed away and got last summers poke bonnet which he placed, bottom up, on the lounge. Ella watch ed every movement, and when the bon net was ready, in she hopped. In two minutes she got out of it as if a snake had bitten her. What an unearthly racket she did raise 'Kuc-kuc-kuc-a kuc- -kuc-kuc-a, kuc-kuc-kuc a-tezuc-a-te kuc-kuc-a-' and away she scampered I looked into the bonnet and found q fresh egg.
 "Before the biscuit were we'll brown ed turkey hen came in and laid hel head in Maries lap.
 Run, get Madge's basket, George dear
 "George, dear, did as he was bid, ant by the time the biscuit were done there was third egg laid in the kitchen The turkeys didn't make any fuss abou it either Marie has one hen that posi- lively refuses to lay anywhere except ol her and Georges bed. She hangs around the room until the bedis made up, whel she takes her place just where the pil lows meet. When she goes away sh' sings; Lay-an-egg-a-d a-day go-ba- foot y
 "Charles," said one of the artist auditors, "are you sure the gobbler lait an eggs"
 'I don't know anything about it's be ing gobbler. I'm not up in the poul try line. Marie said it was gobble and George didn't correct her. An' anyway the things name is Dick"